Chapter 3: Revelation
Deep within what remained of Hogwarts castle, the few, injured and confused survivors settled down to discuss what to do.
"What the hell happened?" asked a very angry Draco, nursing burns and a massive cut across his forehead.
"It must have been the Death-eaters," said a shell-shocked Dean Thomas, "they here, they're going to kill us all!"
"Shut up Dean, we need to keep our heads if we're going to survive this," yelled Ron. "Right, does anyone have a sensible suggestion as to what happened?"
"Oh my, they didn't" muttered Hermione, a look of realisation dawning on her face. "A nuclear bomb."
"What?" Said every pure born witch and wizard in the room. All the muggleborn students turned away as they realised that Hermione was right.
"A nuclear bomb, its…it's a…a muggle weapon, a powerful, city destroying weapon, so powerful they have never been used in 50 years."
"Muggle, muggles, you mean muggles are responsible for this?" Draco roared. He moved to where Hermione was sitting, "you are saying muggles are responsible for this?" He spat at Hermione, who came close to tears, but looked straight into Draco's eyes and muttered;
"Draco, if you, and your dad hadn't killed and destroyed all those muggles, then none of this would have happened. You brought this on yourself, Malfoy."
The rest of the students fought desperately to keep the two adversaries apart.
"You muggle whore, you stupid mudblood bitch!!"
"You stupid, worthless, idiotic bastard, Malfoy"
The argument continued for several minutes, before both of the students ran out of insults and both descended into a cold silence.
"Well, should we try and get out?" Asked an apprehensive Ron, still wincing because of his injuries.
"No," replied Hermione, "nuclear weapons leave traces of a poison called radiation where they have detonated these bombs. If we left here, within an hour or so we would be dead, no we better stay here, at least, for now." She went silent again, covering her face and bringing her knees up to her head.
Lord Voldemort paced the room, his red, almost reptilian, eyes moving from one person to the next. He stopped at the last one, before turning to the others.
"Leave us," he hissed. The men, all in death-eater garb, respectfully complied, and in a few seconds, all the men apart from the last one had left the room. Voldemort turned to face him again.
"Well, Lucius, it has been a great day for us."
"Indeed, my lord." The death-eater replied.
"It has turned out better than I thought, not only do most of the wizarding community now hate muggles, but most of our greatest enemies were destroyed. Hogwarts, having withstood everything I could through at it, removed out of existence by mere muggles, almost as soon as they learnt where they had to strike, very efficient, and, contrary to what I believe in, quite…impressive."
"Yes, my lord." There was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh, yes, your son, it was unfortunate about him and the attack, but we must all make sacrifices…" Lucius just stood there, not even muttering his almost automatic "my lord".
"Lucius, your son died in the service of the death-eaters, but he, and you, will be remembered."
"Yes, my lord."
"How easy it was, simply supply the muggles with a little information, and just let them do the dirty work. Simple, but efficient. Maybe we could use this tactic again, eliminate our enemies, and say for instance, our enemies all over the world, say, in the United States."
"America, sir?"
"Yes, then the Americans would counter attack, and destroy all our opponents here."
"Yes, my lord, but how are we going to get the British and American muggles to fight, sir? From our intelligence, we know that they are very close allies."
"Hmm, we will see Lucius, we will see."
A/N Hmm, see where the story is going? R/R, and tell me what you think. The idea for a war came from a book called This United State, I'd recommend reading it. I know what radiation actually is as well, I just had to described in a wizarding sense.